Morkin
Bluelighter
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- Oct 18, 2012
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8.30pm – 40 mgs oral
after a cup or two of Jägermeister, decided it would be nice to have a trip.
I think I did more than 40mg. The trip came on very fast, rushing into my consciousness in a way that literally knocked me off my feet. I was supposed to meet a friend but was just about able to dial my phone to call him to tell him I couldn’t (at this point I had put pajamas on to be comfortable, but could no longer dress myself again). The friend got annoyed because I was babbling and incoherent.
Once I was off the phone, I cried for a while (unusually upset by this rebuff) and strange coloured shapes ran up and down my vision in vertical lines. There were occasional shifts of nausea through my body. Whenever I spoke (mostly to myself and usually phrases like "fucking hell... fucking hell!!"), it sounded like it was coming from another person – or that I was inside another person and hearing their voice. Shortly after, another friend called & found my jibberish funny. His laughter made me laugh hysterically, breathlessly - the only really enjoyable part of this trip. After talking, I was alone again. My hands looked unfamiliar. I staggered around my room, trying to make sense of things.
My girlfriend unexpectedly returned to find my in this dishevelled state. She observed my lips were blue – I did feel cold – and my pupils massively dilated. I got dressed in two haphazard layers and wrapped myself in a blanket even though the heat was high. I urged her to leave me alone. After she left, I took a zopiclone to calm down and hopefully sleep. But then clear mucus kept coming out of my nose, so much so I had trouble breathing. I began to worry that if the zopiclone put me to sleep, I might somehow suffocate on this sudden flow of white snot, so I fought the effects of the pill. For some unknown time I struggled against consciousness, still feeling removed, occasionally rousing myself from a sense of being smothered, my field of vision still strange and uncertain, co-ordination off. For sometime I was quite scared, worrying that I would have to call an ambulance, but also aware that I was just panicking. My blue-tinged lips concerned me, but eventually I got warm.
The whole thing lasted perhaps an hour. Overall it was quite unpleasant. I think I am just over-doing psychedelics and am not in the right headspace for them at this current time. Note that I had 2C-C a week ago, plus ethylphenidate. This “experiment” was reckless and opportunistic with no-one knowing I was doing it and no-one there to help. The experience lacked beauty and what it took in lucidity was not dream-like, but nightmarish.
after a cup or two of Jägermeister, decided it would be nice to have a trip.
I think I did more than 40mg. The trip came on very fast, rushing into my consciousness in a way that literally knocked me off my feet. I was supposed to meet a friend but was just about able to dial my phone to call him to tell him I couldn’t (at this point I had put pajamas on to be comfortable, but could no longer dress myself again). The friend got annoyed because I was babbling and incoherent.
Once I was off the phone, I cried for a while (unusually upset by this rebuff) and strange coloured shapes ran up and down my vision in vertical lines. There were occasional shifts of nausea through my body. Whenever I spoke (mostly to myself and usually phrases like "fucking hell... fucking hell!!"), it sounded like it was coming from another person – or that I was inside another person and hearing their voice. Shortly after, another friend called & found my jibberish funny. His laughter made me laugh hysterically, breathlessly - the only really enjoyable part of this trip. After talking, I was alone again. My hands looked unfamiliar. I staggered around my room, trying to make sense of things.
My girlfriend unexpectedly returned to find my in this dishevelled state. She observed my lips were blue – I did feel cold – and my pupils massively dilated. I got dressed in two haphazard layers and wrapped myself in a blanket even though the heat was high. I urged her to leave me alone. After she left, I took a zopiclone to calm down and hopefully sleep. But then clear mucus kept coming out of my nose, so much so I had trouble breathing. I began to worry that if the zopiclone put me to sleep, I might somehow suffocate on this sudden flow of white snot, so I fought the effects of the pill. For some unknown time I struggled against consciousness, still feeling removed, occasionally rousing myself from a sense of being smothered, my field of vision still strange and uncertain, co-ordination off. For sometime I was quite scared, worrying that I would have to call an ambulance, but also aware that I was just panicking. My blue-tinged lips concerned me, but eventually I got warm.
The whole thing lasted perhaps an hour. Overall it was quite unpleasant. I think I am just over-doing psychedelics and am not in the right headspace for them at this current time. Note that I had 2C-C a week ago, plus ethylphenidate. This “experiment” was reckless and opportunistic with no-one knowing I was doing it and no-one there to help. The experience lacked beauty and what it took in lucidity was not dream-like, but nightmarish.